In the chaotic asylum, Han Xuenian desperately ran toward the exit.

Her legs burned with exhaustion, as if they might give out at any moment, and her pace slowed with every step.

**"Thud!"**

The next second, she stumbled and crashed onto the ground, her pale knees immediately scraping against the rough floor, blood welling up.

**"Stop her! Grab her—"**

Harsh shouts echoed behind her, the sound of approaching footsteps growing louder.

Han Xuenian shuddered, gritted her teeth, and forced herself back up.

*No… I have to get out of here!* She repeated the mantra in her mind, pushing forward on sheer willpower alone.

Just as she was about to be caught, her gaze locked onto a pair of long, well-defined legs striding toward her with measured precision.

The man wore a sharply tailored black suit, his chiseled features set in an icy mask. His thin lips pressed into a firm line, and his dark eyes held no warmth—only a detached, imperious coldness. An aura of unshakable authority surrounded him, like a king surveying his domain.

**"Help me!"**

Like a parched traveler spotting an oasis, Han Xuenian’s eyes lit up. Clenching her fists, she lunged at him.

In one swift motion, she wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him as she gasped for breath, trying to steady herself after the frantic chase.

Leng Haochen’s brow furrowed slightly, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes as he prepared to shove her away—until her trembling, honeyed voice reached his ears.

**"Husband… someone’s trying to kill me. You have to save me, please… husband."**

Her delicate face, flushed and tear-streaked, softened as she gazed up at him with pleading eyes, full of desperation.

Leng Haochen arched an eyebrow, his cool gaze sweeping over her with a flicker of surprise. "Miss Han, what are you doing here?" he asked, his voice laced with unexpected recognition.

Han Xuenian's heart skipped a beat. Someone actually knew her? But how could she have forgotten such a strikingly handsome man?

"Hurry up! Grab her before she gets away!"

Just as she was about to respond, a group of nurses charged toward them, their voices sharp and urgent. Han Xuenian swallowed her words—now wasn't the time for explanations.

Her eyes darted to the approaching figures, then welled up with tears as she gazed pleadingly at the man. "Husband, they're trying to kill me! Please, save me!" Her fingers lightly tugged at his tie, her long lashes fluttering dramatically.

But no matter how convincingly she played the fragile damsel, the calculating glint in her eyes—watching his every move—gave her away. She was like a cunning fox pretending to be helpless.

Leng Haochen studied her sly expression, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. His long arm tightened slightly around her waist, keeping her from slipping away.

Then, he turned his head, his piercing gaze locking onto the approaching group.

"Han Xuenian, you—" The lead nurse's furious words died in her throat the moment she recognized Leng Haochen's unmistakable face. Her expression instantly shifted into an awkward smile. "M-Mr. Leng! So sorry our patient disturbed you."

She shot Han Xuenian a venomous glare, mouthing silently, *Get over here. Now!*

Han Xuenian shrank back further, pressing herself against Leng Haochen as she whimpered, "Husband, they're terrifying me..."

Amused, Leng Haochen arched a brow, watching her performance with detached interest.

Another nurse forced a smile and chimed in, "Apologies, Mr. Leng. Don't listen to her nonsense—she's mentally unstable. Just earlier, she stabbed her own brother with a knife!"

Dragging Han Xuenian with excessive force, her expression kept alternating between ferocious scowls and forced smiles, creating a rather ridiculous spectacle.

The frail and delicate Han Xuenian was yanked down against her will. Clutching the man's arm desperately, she pleaded in a trembling voice, "Honey, I'm not crazy—they're lying to you! Please, take me away... take me with you, darling..."

"How could President Leng possibly be your husband? Clearly, your mental condition has worsened. Get moving! Stop causing trouble here!" The head nurse shot a glance at Leng Haochen, and seeing no objection from him, grew even more aggressive in her scolding, tightening her grip as she hauled Han Xuenian away.

The harsh scraping sound of her body being dragged across the floor echoed loudly. No matter how fiercely Han Xuenian resisted, it was futile—she was pulled relentlessly across the distance.

Her eyes locked onto the approaching 'accomplices' rushing over with a stretcher, and her entire body began trembling uncontrollably.

It's over. The escape failed! What now?!

"Get her onto the stretcher!" the head nurse barked, and a swarm of people closed in around her.

"Hold it."

Suddenly, a deep, icy male voice cut through the air.

It was Leng Haochen speaking.

Han Xuenian's terror-stricken heart suddenly flared with hope, her pupils dilating as she clung to this last sliver of salvation.

Everyone else froze mid-action, even holding their breaths, not daring to make another move.

The head nurse forced an awkward, ingratiating smile. "President Leng, you—"

Before she could finish, Leng Haochen's frost-laden gaze pierced through her like a blade. Each word dripped with menace as he enunciated slowly, "Did I give you permission to take her away?"